STORIES OF SYNCHRONICITY

Early in December 2012, I went home to spend some time with my mother who had just returned to her nursing home following a near brush with death.  At my request, a sister had asked if it would help for me to come home.  Mom said "yes."  She was resting with her eyes closed in her recliner when I realized it was the perfect time for me to meditate, something I do daily.  I closed my eyes, shifted my mind's eye upward and felt my body relax deeply as my consciousness slipped out. As I sensed Mom  joining me, I heard her snore softly.  "This is why you are here," I heard.  As we traveled outward and my body relaxed ever more deeply, Mom started to snore so loudly that I wondered how her roommate was doing.  She had been sitting right beside Mom working on a crossword puzzle. 
     I opened my eyes.  Her chin had dropped to her chest as she joined Mom in deep repose.  I closed my eyes again, focused myself upward and let go.  I watched Mom go into my father's arms, a man who had been both my heaven and my hell on this earth.  We had made our peace before he died in 1995.  Over mom's shoulder, Dad said "I'll take it from here." Next I saw Mom looking down on a group of children, two little girls and many boys, seven in all I sensed.  "Oh, no!" she exclaimed "Am I going to have to raise all these children?"  "No," I heard, "You can just enjoy them now." (Mom has eight living children and many whom she miscarried. I only remembered Dad saying that if all the children had lived, we'd have had a baseball team! Later during my visit, another sister noted that mom had had SEVEN miscarriages!)  Mom went on to linger over a few private words with her father, even fewer with her mother, then I became aware of two sister-in-laws who are still living.    
     I opened my eyes and found mom looking back at me incredulously.  Eyes flaming with joy and ?, she said: "Oh my gosh!  It's wonderful!  I can't believe it!  It's unbelievable!" My normally quiet, composed mother was just beside herself mixing these sentences over and over in a salad oratory.  I couldn't understand any of the other words or sentences but did catch the word "sister."  I told her that one of my sisters was out in the hallway and asked if she wanted me to go get her.  "Oh, that's great!" she said.  "Yes!"
     I told my sister that Mom had had a dream. As we sat with her, Mom continued her excited word salad sprinkled with the same four senences:  "Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! It's wonderful! It's unbelievable." Holding her hand, I suggested that it was hers and she could believe it.  My sister asked if it was better than she had imagined and she replied: "Oh yes!" "A gift to us," my sister said, to witness Mom's bliss.
     The synchronicity was unmistakable; the sweetness of the reunions unbelievable especially in light of our lives together, or perhaps because of our lives together and the healing we have done.